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skonen_blades) wrote2020-05-02 05:15 pm
skonen_blades) wrote2020-05-02 05:15 pm
23/30 - Broken Halo Angels
The halos up in Heaven vary very differently
Some are hula hoops while some float microscopically
No two are identical; these glowing hoverthings
That bob above angelic heads like floating, neon rings
Some are barely cheerios a human thumbnail wide
And others look like pipe you’d use to build a waterslide
Some halos have a rakish tilt, or perch towards the stern
But all of them with holy light magnificently burn
Look! There’s one there! A massive halo seven meters wide
Why, were that halo on the ground, a truck could fit inside
And that looks like the smallest halo, like a tiny star
It’s special and unique but really, all the halos are
Each halo girth, and width, and tilt, diameter, and size
Circumference, volume, number, height, and weight. You’d be surprised.
The only thing that bothers them is halos are quite bright
They never dim or darken and they don’t turn off at night
Most angels like the light they bring and angels don’t need sleep
But every now and then an angel’s eyes will start to weep
He’ll crave some darkness. Just a blink. A little tiny night.
A break from the incessant beaming headdress made of light
Sometimes it can be assuaged and quelled and pushed away.
Content, that angel spends eternity in constant day
But sometimes angels cannot be eternally awake
And one thing halos have in common is that they can break.
A quick reach up, a grip, a twist, a snap, a pop, and there
The angel’s halo cracks in half and darkness fills the air
Relief and then a scream and then the fallen angel cries
Because the halo can’t be fixed and now they realize
That darkness can be just as constant torment as the light
Eternal darkness just as equal to eternal night
The broken halo floats in halves above the angel’s head
The shadows making everything look drab and dark and dead
Two letter Cs, a horseshoe split, two curves that damn and haunt
From just a momentary lapse of judgement and of want
And they become the type whose mere appearance scares and warns
Because a broken halo from the front can look like horns
That’s all demons are you see, just broken halo folk
The ones that couldn’t take the light and made their halos broke
There’s just as many pairs of horns as halos up above
And just as many filled with hate as angels filled with love
Remember when you see a demon wandering around
It’s just a haunted broken-halo angel who’s been downed
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Some are hula hoops while some float microscopically
No two are identical; these glowing hoverthings
That bob above angelic heads like floating, neon rings
Some are barely cheerios a human thumbnail wide
And others look like pipe you’d use to build a waterslide
Some halos have a rakish tilt, or perch towards the stern
But all of them with holy light magnificently burn
Look! There’s one there! A massive halo seven meters wide
Why, were that halo on the ground, a truck could fit inside
And that looks like the smallest halo, like a tiny star
It’s special and unique but really, all the halos are
Each halo girth, and width, and tilt, diameter, and size
Circumference, volume, number, height, and weight. You’d be surprised.
The only thing that bothers them is halos are quite bright
They never dim or darken and they don’t turn off at night
Most angels like the light they bring and angels don’t need sleep
But every now and then an angel’s eyes will start to weep
He’ll crave some darkness. Just a blink. A little tiny night.
A break from the incessant beaming headdress made of light
Sometimes it can be assuaged and quelled and pushed away.
Content, that angel spends eternity in constant day
But sometimes angels cannot be eternally awake
And one thing halos have in common is that they can break.
A quick reach up, a grip, a twist, a snap, a pop, and there
The angel’s halo cracks in half and darkness fills the air
Relief and then a scream and then the fallen angel cries
Because the halo can’t be fixed and now they realize
That darkness can be just as constant torment as the light
Eternal darkness just as equal to eternal night
The broken halo floats in halves above the angel’s head
The shadows making everything look drab and dark and dead
Two letter Cs, a horseshoe split, two curves that damn and haunt
From just a momentary lapse of judgement and of want
And they become the type whose mere appearance scares and warns
Because a broken halo from the front can look like horns
That’s all demons are you see, just broken halo folk
The ones that couldn’t take the light and made their halos broke
There’s just as many pairs of horns as halos up above
And just as many filled with hate as angels filled with love
Remember when you see a demon wandering around
It’s just a haunted broken-halo angel who’s been downed
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